Porch Life   
The summer of 2017 found me longing to escape, to find an oasis of relaxed anticipation, the likes of which I hadn't felt in so long.  Restless to be thrust into some kind of exotic, faraway affair of lost weekends and tropical vacations, I was adrift in daydreams and adolescent fantasies, visualizing my vacation bungalow tucked away under a canopy of foliage, several steps to the sand.  There was a place long ago, oh, when I was 6 or 7, that held all the magical qualities that now kept my thoughts captive, a place where I really knew who I was, deep down, like only a child can.  I thought about the breeze that blew off the lake, filling the screened-in porch with the wild scents of blue gill and seaweed; and how, on the sills, the potted aloe and cactus played co-conspirators in my late-summer adventure. 
FROM THE NEXT 10 YRS. IS NOW COPYRIGHT 2018 TERESA BOSKO  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
24"x48"x 2" Plywood panel-painting.  Acrylics, graphite, colored pencil, crayon, house paint, spray paint, sign-painter's paint, window screen, beer carton, urethane, roofing felt, plastic.  Features cut-wood relief elements, pin-striping, and hand-cut stenciled details.  Panel is cradled.  Unframed.  Signed and dated.